The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift: With a Life, 3. cilt

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Little, Brown, 1853
 

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Sayfa 57 - And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As, 'What's o'clock!
Sayfa 53 - You'll then defy the strongest Whig With both his hands to bend a twig ; Though with united strength they all pull, From Somers, down to Craggs and Walpole.
Sayfa 189 - Thou, I hear, a pleasant rogue art. Were but you and I acquainted, Every monster should be painted : You should try your graving tools On this odious group of fools ; Draw the beasts as I describe them...
Sayfa 50 - The queen incensed, his services forgot, Leaves him a victim to the vengeful Scot.* Now through the realm a proclamation spread, To fix a price on his devoted head.* While innocent, he scorns ignoble flight ; His watchful friends preserve him by a sleight.
Sayfa 55 - Nor cross the channel twice a year, To spend six months with statesmen here. I must, by all means, come to town, 'Tis for the service of the crown. " Lewis, the Dean will be of use, Send for him up, take no excuse.
Sayfa 100 - That lies in old Wood like a Hare in her Form ; With Teeth or with Claws it will bite or will scratch, And Chambermaids christen this Worm a Death-Watch : 20 Because like a Watch it always cries Click: Then Woe be to those in the House who are sick: For, as sure as a Gun they will give up the Ghost If the Maggot cries Click when it scratches the Post.
Sayfa 54 - I'VE often wish'd that I had clear For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I ask not to increase my store ; But here a grievance seems to lie, All this is mine but till I die ; I can't but think 'twould sound more clever To me and to my heirs for ever.
Sayfa 46 - Not knowing where to turn him next, Above a thousand pounds in debt, Takes horse, and in a mighty fret Rides day and night at such a rate, He soon arrives at Harley's gate, But was so dirty, pale, and thin, Old Read would hardly let him in.
Sayfa 92 - Now, let me tell you plainly, sir, Our witness is a real cur, A dog of spirit for his years ; Has twice two legs, two hanging ears ; His name is Harlequin, I wot, And that's a name in every plot : Resolved to save the British nation, Though French by birth and education...
Sayfa 58 - Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross.

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